Hey guys, its Claire. I just wanted to thank all my viewers, you guys are amazing! Anyways, I am not just a fangirl. I swim every night from 5:30 to 7:30. I may only be able to post a new chapter every other day. Thanks again for the support!
-Claire

Chapter 2

"Just got back from the infirmary," Said Will. "There was this kid there from the Hypnos cabin, and Connor and Travis snuck in, and they put firecrackers under his bed. It was a sick prank, but it blew up the poor guys leg. SERIOUSLY? Firecrackers." Nico nodded and looked at Wills shoes.
Big feet, Nico thought. Then again, he is two years older than me. Though, technically I am not from this century. Will doesn't need to know that. "You do not even know how stressed out I am." Nico sighed. He glanced over at Will, who was across the room looking at Nico's party sketches. "Hey!" He said. "Those are private!" Will didn't even look up at Nico. Annoying blonde, He thought. Just stop being so tempting to look at.
"I like the layout," Will finally answered. "But I just don't get the rainbow balloons. They kind of clash with the black décor."
Nico blushed bright red. "I just... Ummm... They were the only ones I could find. I mean there were others, but they all said depressing things like 'Sorry you died so soon!'"
"You like depressing things," Chuckled Will.
"Yeah? And your point is?" Nico said as he rolled his eyes. That obviously hurt Will's feelings, because for once, he was quiet. His perfect mop of blonde hair was sticky with rain, and his usually tan skin was starting to fade.
"My point is," Will started. "You don't even like birthday parties. I was talking to Pipes the other day after a counselor meeting, and she told me that Jason is making you have a birthday party. I mean, what kind of schist is that? Since when do you listen to Jason?"
"I don't listen to Jason! I'm doing this for me, myself, and I, okay? No one can make me do anything!" Nico spat. Yes, to be honest, Jason was the only reason he was having the party. Jason was the only reason he was doing anything these days. Jason. Sometimes, he hated Jason. Sometimes, Nico hated everyone.
"I have to go," Will mumbled. "That kid without a leg probably needs me." And that was it. Within three seconds, the son of Apollo was slamming the door behind him, leaving Nico all alone. Again.

Sunday morning. That sounded like the name of a song. Was it? The child of Hades didn't know. Nico rolled out of bed, feeling something crunch underneath his head. It was the stupid letter that he was writing to Will. Will. Freaking. Solace. Did Will even know how Nico felt about him? Yet another thing the soon to be fifteen year old did not know. Today, Sunday, could possibly be the worst day of his life. Jason, and yes, Nico did have hidden cameras all around his cabin, was filmed in the act of stealing Nico's party plans. Something was going to go terribly wrong.

Nico peered through his window at the rest of camp. Surrounding the campfire were over a dozen demigods wearing black clothing and eye-liner, just like Nico. The sight made him want to throw up. Nico put on his chain-clad jeans and his new aviator jacket. He turned on his radio, and his favorite song was on. It was "This is Gospel" by Panic! at the Disco. Will would always joke about how depressing the song was, but every time he heard the song, Nico knew that he could get through the day. Just maybe not today... Sunday. Mortals would think of Sunday as a sacred day, but to Nico, Sunday was the day on which Jason Grace had decided to ruin his life. Sunday was today.

When he had finally worked up the courage to enter the dining hall, the son of Hades had low expectations. A day dedicated to Nico. Sounded to him like the most boring, depressing, and uncomfortable holiday in the history of everything. Nico took three deep breaths before heaving open the giant double doors to the dining hall. Black-clad demigods cheered, nature spirits put on party hats, Nico's chair was decorated with rainbow balloons. Nico put up his hood to go sit at his table. Soup (Nico's least favorite food) was being served for lunch. As soon as he picked up his spoon, the room around Nico changed completely. It was a casino.

Nico had been in the casino for three hours, and there was no sight of Will. Nico had looked everywhere for the stupid boy. When Nico finally found him, Will was standing against a wall with an apple strapped to his head. There was a long line of people, all with bows and arrows, waiting to get a shot at Will's head. Nico stood there, gaping for a few seconds before he realized the dangerous situation in front of him. Percy stood across from Will, bow in hand. He knocked his arrow.
"Stop!" Nico yelled. "Everybody stop!" Every person in the casino stared at Nico.
"Hey, buddy!" said Will as he walked/dragged himself over to Nico. "Thanks for whatever the hell you just did, man! This party is just so... Is the room spinning? Do you wanna get 'nuther drink?" Will slurred his words together.
"Wait, there are drinks here?" asked Nico. "I mean no! I'm fifteen! You're seventeen! Drinking is Illegal!"
"Okay!" said Will. He then made a huge spectacle of kissing Nico on the cheek. Everyone was still watching.
Jason came up to Nico a few minutes later. "Solace?" He said.
"Yep," agreed Nico. "Solace."